Draco's quite vain, but he's accepted at this point there's nothing he can do about the scars, and nothing he tries seems to work to properly cover them. He's particularly annoyed by a few remnants of their more brutal punishments, but it's hard to be that bothered when he's clearly not the only one.

"Well I'm hardly going to do this from across the room," he points out mostly teasingly, chasing that kiss with another at the same time he's dragging Billy's jeans down his thighs, and nudging him a bit further up the bed.

As established, it's really not a comfortable bed, but Draco's done his best. The sheets are the closest to a silk material he could possibly get them, better than what they'd been when he arrived anyway. And with any luck his mouth will be distracting enough Billy won't notice this bed is less comfortable than the last.